The God of Jesters
Chapter 238 - 4.06.6 A bunch of crazy Fans.

Chapter 238: 4.06.6 A bunch of crazy Fans.

Among the many cultures of the world, the term "coin of fate" is ever present in many legends. Following those legends, there are many charlatans who claim to see fate through the flip of a coin.

Of course, to fool their victims better, there were better tools employed by such people and it works to this day.

But the one in Remira’s hand was a genuine article, one of the legendary Relic, one she could feel for some reason.

Touching it, she almost felt as if the coin was alive.

"What purpose does a relic like this hold in our situation? There is no Prophet among us." Remira was privy to the legends, and in the hands of common people, this coin was almost useless.

Even the first knight had a similar legend concerning this coin. In the legends, when he had come across a difficult choice that required sacrifice not of his own, but of his children, he was forced to slave away under the prophet’s whims, who had requested a total of Five Coins of fate in return for transferring the fate of his children to himself, in a bid to save them.

Which ended up being the reason he disappeared from the world, leaving only his Knights to complete the work he couldn’t.

And one of those legendary coins was now in her hand.

"Even if you can find one, a true one for that matter. They might not be able to use it." Rajara spoke, who knew more than just the common legends.

While Hamuk explained. "We don’t need to do something grand, there is no need for a prophet." Then Hamuk took out a piece of hair. "Doctor, do you have some glue?" He asked Dinesh, who had been silent all this time.

"Isn’t this a bit blasphemous?" Dinesh said as if knowing what was going on in Hamuk’s mind.

Hamuk was not a great tracker, it was why he preferred jobs that required him to not use his brain but brawn more. But it didn’t mean he was blind to his weakness. What happens if his client is kidnapped?

He can’t imagine it, although he was strong, he never considered himself invincible, there is always a higher plateau to climb and there will always be people who are better than you.

And with that sort of thinking, he was able to find a cache of coins, among which only one of them turned out to be the real one. A true Relic that rarely appears in the world anymore as they have been monopolized by the greater powers.

"Is it any less Blasphemous than using my own spit?" He smiled at Dinesh, not seeing that Remira’s eyes turned weird as she looked at the coin. "You plan to stick it to the coin?"

"Of course I do, why do you think I asked for some glue?"

There was a high chance, if not for handing the coin to Remira, he would have just used his spit as usual and then stuck the hair as usual.

"This feels like an odd method."

"Nothing in mysticism makes sense. Now put your hand forward and will tell you how to use the coin."

"Before that, why me? Isn’t it better for you to capture them by yourself?"

"It would have, but I still have to protect the Professor and Doctor Dinesh, there is no way for me to leave them. But you, I can see you already had the thought of pursuing them, no matter what you claimed."

"You were just waiting for us to leave, weren’t you?" Hamuk asked. And Remira can’t deny it.

Yes, this had been her plan all along, but it was ruined the moment her tracking method was rendered useless by those bastards.

"Can’t leave him alone. He is my responsibility." That and the real reason that she can’t let Jester have what he wants. She can’t let things flow his way, she has already seen what happens when things go his way, and she won’t see a repeat of that again.

Of course, there was no need to mention such things to her mother, which might make her curious.

"Then this coin will be useful to you. Now put your hand straight, drop the middle finger, and then bring the two adjacent fingers close." As Remira did what Hamuk asked. He dropped the coin with hair stuck to it on her two fingers.

"You have to feel the warmth, it’s not hard in this environment. The warmer the coin gets, the closer it is."

"I can’t feel much throw my nails. Can’t I hold it any other way?"

"Don’t ask me, this is what the Mystic told me and I have experimented, that’s only how it works." Rituals were always nonsensical things to begin with. How this one was done, can be considered pretty conservative when compared to some of them she had read about in the library.

"How long can I use it?"

"Can’t say for sure, I have used it for fifteen years and it was still rusted when I got it." He then explained how the more she uses it, the rustier it will get. It was a cheap price to pay when one were to think about it.

"You really intend to leave?" After seeing that the matter with Hamuk was over and Remira had put the coin back into her pocket, Rajara asked. "I still have so much to say to you."

"Now I know you are alive, that is enough for me. We can talk after all of this is over."

******

Far off in the distance, a group of five surrounded a bandaged corpse who didn’t breathe nor did he move.

But the five were looking at him intently, waiting for him to wake up.

"Mini, are you sure about it? Will he wake up soon ?"

"The worm says yes."

"Then why isn’t he waking up?"

"Hmm."

The team wondered. What went wrong with this?

It’s been a few hours and the drugs would have long been burned by the flames present in Farhad’s body. So why wasn’t he awake yet?"

"Hmm, is it something to do with those talismans?" One of the members of Team One asked.

Going by the name Minat, he couldn’t help but point this out. "Like, even his nose is closed. Maybe he needs to breathe?"

"Hah, he is an undead Minat, even though I know that undead don’t breathe."

"He is not just an undead, he is the fine creation of our master, maybe he does?"

"Why would a master create an undead with such flaws? He can regrow his entire being and he needs to breathe through his lungs, don’t be so foolish."

Owl was surprised to see Scart take his side in some sense, as at the end of the day, it was he who covered Farhad with all those Talismans.

"Just shut up the bunch of you." Owl cursed at the two kids that were fighting on the side. Before he turned to the little girl. "Mini, keep looking for more of those tracking beads, when they are taken out, I will remove the ban."

Who nodded in response.

There had been over seven metal beads taken out by them already and when those beads were crushed by an owl, a drop of flaming blood would always drop out and try to burn him.

Letting Owl understand that the woman he was dealing with was not so simple.

’When did she do it.’ He had wondered. And even why?

Did Remira have the ability to track her blood? Or was it the ability to remotely explode Farhad in case he went berserk?

He can’t say for sure, but in his eyes, this woman was much more cruel than she appeared on the surface. Not a hint of guilt or shame when putting little bombs inside her companion, knowing full well that her blood was poison to Farhad.

And Owl also understood that there was no way it was just for tracking. There was more than one, there was a reason why these beads were hidden in important parts of Farhad’s body.

’The fool is shaking hands with his own enemies.’ The saint in his eyes was a bit of a fool. No matter what his history with their master was. It was totally foolish to take the side of those zealots with no honor.

"Done." Then a voice came from the side, waking Owl from his stupor.

And as he saw, some little warms crawled out of Farhad’s open stomach, who soon died when coming into the air.

But none of the people here cared for it.

"Remove it."

"Do it, you bastard."

"..."

Owl willed it and all the talismans turned into ash, revealing the naked body of Farhad who lacked any hint of color. "He really is dead?" Scart wondered only for a little bit before he noticed how the wounds on Farhad’s stomach healed on their own.

"Guess not."

Then as if following his words, Farhad’s eyes flickered, before slowly opening up. "Who..?" There were three men and two women that surrounded him with one of them being a child. But that was not the most important part.

The equipment of the common mercenaries, with second-hand pistols and swords seems to be scavenged instead of being bought from the same manufacturer.

The moment these details entered his mind and with the lack of Remira, his body entered fighting mode, with pieces of his flesh lighting up with black flames.

But instead of being scared, these people got closer to him. "Haha, I can finally touch it."

It was time for him to face the greatest threat of his life, yes.

A bunch of weird fans.